Mr Harris and Davey Meet Again

By moc.loa@potgnipor

Published on Jul 5, 2020

Gay

Gentle readers: so as to prepare the fans of Richard and davey, this story is going to conclude in July. There will be many story lines that any of you are welcome to take up and make your own: there truly is NO ownership in fiction . The author says this now, because some of your are really, truly, SERIOUS fans. He will have more to say as we draw closer, but please, no tears, or as few tears as possible. It's been a fun ride, and thank you for coming along with me. It's time for our little patchwork family, to go on in private.

Gentle readers, we now, by the miracle that is telescopic fiction, move forward to departure day for our little family. Yes, it's time for Carla, Sam, Richard and davey to take off to Europe . We will skip the jitters that kept Richard and davey from celebrating their last night (for a few weeks), at home with love making, and the farewells to friends. So, too, will we skip the travel anxiety we have all had, and the trip back home to pick up the passport which davey, who has never been on a plane in his life, had forgotten. Rather, we're now at the airport, waiting for the first leg of what will be a three legged flight.

We will jump back, however, to the last facetime meeting between Mikel, Paul, Richard and davey, in which Mikel announced "Dads, we'll have a surprise for you when you get to France. But please don't ask for any other information. We miss you, we're dying to see you, and we can't wait to meet our sisters." Mikel cut the conversation short, with a kiss and a "bon voyage" for everyone. No one saw the sly smile on Carla's face, as the boys went back to enjoying France. They had been on Peter's family farm, and now were in the apartment in Paris. Paul had eaten his first escargots ("EWWWWWW . YUCK" was his response. "Not as bad as oysters, but pretty wretched"), they had been to the Louvre, twice, and had fallen asleep, embracing each other, on the banks of the Seine. Peter had joined on one face time meeting, and told Richard and Carla that he was eagerly waiting to work with them when everyone was back from Europe.

"Peter, if you saw how this lumberjack went to work renovating the restaurant, you'd have been impressed." "Well, davey, that's not the word I would use to describe your reaction," was Harris' response. Davey's blush was so strong, that in France , Peter started referring to davey as "your dad the tomato " to Mikel.

Carla, Sam, and Richard had all flown before, so the hassles of airport travel were what they remembered. For davey, just like the field trip to the zoo, it was all something new. His excitement was such that his heartbeat, which normally was in the high 50s/low 60s, was probably in the 100s. And he had a very serious case of "airport bladder," which anyone who travels, knows. The excitement, and, well... seventeen trips, each of which produced three drops.

Richard hadn't traveled overseas, for well over ten years, and he had accumulated, as he put it "about 3 million frequent flyer miles," which he was able to turn into business class seats for the longer flights. As they were boarding on the first flight, where they did NOT have the more comfortable seats, he whispered to davey "a little patience, love. When we're on our way to France out of New York, I'll initiate you into a VERY exclusive club." Davey, who had no travel experience at all, was intrigued.

They had access to the airline's lounge in New York, and had a light dinner from the buffet. "Our food better be better than this, Richard," Carla looked at him with a grin "Carla, you've been looking like the cat who ate the canary for the last 3 days. Is there something you know that you're not telling us?" Her smile got a bit wider "There are a lot of things I know I'm not telling you Richard. " She said no more, as the announcement came that they could board their flight. Was there any doubt that Richard made sure that davey had the window seat in their row? Like Richard, Carla took the aisle seat. They were chatting very quietly, as davey was fixated on the activity at the airport. "WOW. This is just AMAZING." Richard laughed at his enthusiasm. "Davey, we haven't even left the ground yet. I promise. It's going to get MORE amazing." He turned to Carla. "you remember our first flight, love?" She giggled "Oh my. That sardine can? I think they still allowed smoking didn't they?" "Indeed they did." "I guess neither one of us had bottoms at that time. Could you imagine fitting into a seat like that now?" Davey heard some of that. He squeezed Harris hand. "I can't imagine a time when you didn't have a bottom , Sir." Richard squeezed back. "I don't need anymore than I have." He smiled and looked at davey. "Every hear of "the mile high club?" Davey looked puzzled. "Is that some kind of sandwich at a deli, Sir? " Richard laughed. "Not quite. The mile high club is what people use to talk about folks who have had sex on airplanes in the air." Davey looked at him. "You can do that? Can we..." Another laugh. "We have to improvise, but trust me."

The flight attendant came around offering drinks, and snacks. "You might consider sticking to water, davey," Richard said as he asked for a bottle of sparkling . "The plane will get very dry, and the alcohol, well, it may keep you awake." "Just one glass of champagne, Sir? My first flight. I wanna make all the mistakes, and I wanna celebrate." "He has a fair point Richard," Carla added, and Sam smiled. "I'm having champagne. Let's all have just one." And so it was. A toast among the four of them, before the plane announced the take off .

Richard kept his smile to himself, as he saw davey grip the arm rest and his knuckles whiten. He covered davey's hand. "Nothing's going to happen love. We'll be in the air... OH, look out the window. We are!"

"OH WOW. We're in the air. " He paused. "Sir, when we come back, can we maybe do a balloon ride some day? I've always wanted to do that?" Another smile from Richard. "Let's get settled back in and we'll look at it. We'll do it." Davey paused. "I wonder how the girls are doing." when davey spoke in non sequiturs, Richard knew his husband was falling asleep. "You want blindfolds davey? " "Do they have handcuffs too, Sir?" RIchard couldn't suppress that laugh. "No, but they have them in France. I'm sure the boys have at least one extra pair." Again, Carla smiled.

"Give me a kiss and then close your eyes, davey. It's a long flight, and you'll be tired anyway. Get a little shut eye. " In less then ten minutes, the soft sounds davey made when he was sleeping were coming out of him. Now that he knew the man was at rest, Richard closed his own eyes. Sam and Carla has fallen asleep on the other side, and now, he closed his own eyes.

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"Please prepare for approach," came over the announcement, and the flurry of activity let them know: Paris was just a bit away. "Sir, are we going to join the club?" Richard smiled "I'm afraid we were both too sleepy davey. We'll have more chances for that, but for now... just push your seat back up, clip on the belt, and get ready." "It's a restraint Sir . Shouldn't you be doing that?" Richard gave him a look, but he also thought "I couldn't have wound up with anyone better."

If there is anyone in the world who finds going through customs pleasant, it must be someone who has never flown. Davey, however, was still excited by all of it. He had never been in an airport in his life, and this was like a big playground for him. Even with a 90 minute wait to clear everything and get to baggage, his enthusiasm was keeping everyone from just descending into unpleasant frustration.

All of that ended , though, when they saw Mike and Paul waiting for them at the baggage carells

"PAPA" Mike yelled as he grabbed Richard. He tried to pull the bigger man off his feet, but that didn't work . Instead, Mike was in the air, laughing. "GOD DID I MISS ALL OF YOU." He made the rounds "DADDY DAVEY" "SAM" and finally he looked at Carla. "OH MA CHERIE. MERCI."

She laughed, and they hugged for a while.

"Something is up..." Richard thought. "I don't know what it is, but ..."

Paul tried to shake hands, and no one was having that.

"PAUL. You've lost weight baby boy," Carla was hugging him and began to cry. He had never seen that before. Neither had anyone else. She looked at him. "My son is becoming a man." Paul had , indeed, grown some facial hair. He had a small moustache, and some scruff in the French style. It suited him. Mike kept his clean shaven self. "We have a small van for everyone, once the luggage arrives. There are three bedrooms in the apartment, and a sofa bed, so..." He paused as the carrel began moving. "OH, here comes the first one."

When Mike stretched out his hand to get the first bag, Richard saw it: his son was wearing a wedding ring. He looked over, and saw an identical one, on Paul's hand. He looked at Carla, and she smiled and shook her head yes. It was early morning, and davey and Sam hadn't noticed it, so he slid over to Carla. "When do we talk about this?" "How about when we get to the apartment, Richard? The boys wanted to let you know." Mike began hauling off luggage, and he, Paul, Sam and davey started lugging it to the van. Richard grabbed Carla's hand and they trailed behind. "I guess we both have son in laws now." She laughed. "Isn't that marvelous Richard?"

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There were croissants, brioches, fruit, and strong French coffee ready when everyone had put their baggage in their rooms. As they sat down and the initial chatter ended, Mike took a deep breath.

"Paul and I want to make an announcement to the four most important people in our lives. " They held out their hands, with the rings. "Oui, we did it. Paul and I got married, here in Paris, last week. " They smiled. "Paul is just a bit too young - he won't turn 18 until the winter, but if you have a certificate from a parent, you can do it." He turned to Carla. "Madame Carla had it emailed to us, we met with a friendly magistrate, and... VOILA! Meet Mr and Mr."

"Or, monsieur et monsieur," Paul added. The more Richard looked at his facial hair, the more he liked it. He was carrying some heavy stubble from the lack of shaving during the trip. Hmmm."

"You do know we're going to have to celebrate this. I did make a dinner reservation for us tonight, but perhaps I should try to upscale it?" Mike looked at him "Papa, one of the things we have learned here, is that whom you're with is more important than where you are. The restaurant will be fine. " He squeezed Paul's hand. "And we want to take you all out at least once while we're here. Peter has a few connections through his father, and , well.." He smiled. "We have a place in mind where the adventurous can be challenged," he looked at Carla and Richard, " and those who prefer things more conventional, can also have what they want." He looked at davey, Sam, and Paul. Paul added "He keeps making me try these nasty things. We ate brain last night. EWWWWWWWW"

Carla looked at him "wait until we get to Italy and I order sheep head.' Paul looked helpless. "Can I go to MacDonalds that night?' "Not in Italy caro. " She paused. "Can I suggest that we all try to sleep off our jet lag? I know I'm tired. I'll clean up everything later."

"NON Carla, NON" said Mike. "Remember, Paul and I have acclimated. We'll be fine. We'll clean up. We'll be as quiet as possible. "Any noise you hear will be coming from THEIR room" he pointed to Richard and davey.

In fact, there wasn't too much noise from that room. There was a lot of kissing, and smooching sounds, and the gentle laying of davey on the bed, as Harris climbed on top of him. "Mike is right. Whom you're with is more important than where you are, and I'm here in Paris, with you." Davey sighed, smiled, and cuddled into him. "I missed having you on me. In me... " He looked at his husband with his big eyes. "Can we Sir? I can use a wolf and a little sheepdog "

Harris smiled.. He slipped davey's t shirt off, and began licking his sweaty, sexy chest. That provoked some small moans from davey. As Harris opened davey's jeans, and slipped his hand inside davey's briefs, the moans got louder.

"OH, YES SIR. You always know what I want." Richard shifted his weight so that he was more completely on top of davey. "I have to be careful. Lots of scruff here. "It looks SO GOOD on you Sir. But yes, please. No neck burn in Paris.. UHHHHHHH. .OH WOW" Richard moved very lightly over davey's neck. He could feel the man grow in his hand.

"No Sir. Please. Your cock. Not your hand. Please. PLEASE. " Harris smiled. He got davey undressed first, then he dropped his own clothes.

"I've been to Paris davey. I've never been here with someone I loved the way I love you... " "How could I ever come back without you Sir?" The pillow talk stopped, as the lust that had built up took over. Davey was surprisingly wet, and Harris slid in without any trouble. He kissed davey. "You alright sweetie? Sometimes.." "I'm fine Sir. I'm FINE. We're in France, french me please." As his cock worked into davey, Harris' tongue found its way down his throat. Davey moaned louder. If Harris' tongue weren't in him, he probably would have woken Sam and Carla, who were sound asleep in another bedroom. Mike and Paul, on the other hand, were seated, just outside the door, listening. They tried not to laugh .

"Are we going to be like that at their age?" Paul asked. "I hope so," said Mike. There was silence. Then: "can we clean up the kitchen in a little bit," Paul looked at Mikel longingly. They had been nervous about how their marriage was going to be received. "My thoughts exactly, husband." They walked off to the third bedroom. They had a late start, but weren't interested in catching up to Richard and davey: they wanted a good, slow, romantic fuck: essentially, the newlyweds had just "met each other's parents."

Meanwhile, one set of parents was celebrating Paris in a big, splashy way, as both Harris and davey came, at about the same moment, before drifting off into jet lag sleep.

Next: Chapter 46


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